Author: Asrai
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 17 - I'm Dying
*Thomas watched Buffy attentively while she stood on the stage and sang. She'd put up quite the fight about singing in public and in a bar full of demons to boot, but a bet was a bet and Buffy had- well- lost.
He thanked the waitress for bringing his drink with a nod and jumped when somebody lay a hand on his shoulder. He looked up.
"Lorne!" he snapped, "You startled me."
The Host shrugged and sat down at the table with Thomas.
"Quite a good singer, isn't she?" he said with a nod towards the stage.
Thomas grinned, "Tell her that. I had to drag her here, kicking and screaming. She lost a bet with me," he explained at Lorne's questioning look.
"Ah yes, I see." he said, distracted. Something like worry crossed his face and he hesitated a moment before he spoke, "You'll have to watch her. Protect her."
"What?" Thomas asked.
The Host rose and patted Buffy's watcher on the arm, "She isn't going to have it easy. Fantastic voice though."*
~~~
My lover of one night stands before me and smiles; I want to kill him in that moment. He's not Angel and this was never clearer to me than now; Angel could never smile like that, like I'm an especially tasty meal to be devoured, like he knows exactly that he's stronger than me, that it's just a question of time until he wins.
Angel's eyes never shone with ruthlessness and cruelty.
"Angelus," I spit the name out, "I'd say it's a pleasure to see you but we both know that'd be a lie. I say, let's skip the pleasantries and proceed right to the killing part of the evening, if that's alright with you."
He laughs and the sound echoes in the almost empty hall around us.
"Always the witty one," he smirks, "So this isn't a social call, what a pity. And here I'd hoped we could trade stories our adventures. the tale of how the Big Bad Vampire killed the slayer's annoying brother is, for example, quite riveting, don't you think?"
He's a monster and I'm going to kill him and wipe that smirk off his face permanently.
"Cut the crap," I take a step forward, "The faster I get rid of you, the faster I can go home and party."
"Oooh, so this is how works." Angelus approaches the table and picks up the two swords; he throws one to me and I catch it out of reflex, "I thought we'd have a little duel before we proceed on to the killing. may the better one win."
He attacks me then and I bring up my sword quickly to protect my body.
"What's this about?" I ask, "Old-fashioned fists aren't good enough for you?"
"Quite the contrary, lover," Angel parries my sword easily and it looks like he's enjoying this, the bastard, "But, as they say, variety is the spice of life. I think you'll be pretty when you bleed."
Damn it, he's fast and I'm only defending myself while he attacks all the time. I'm panting after a short while 'cause I'm still aching a little from that fight with Faith and I got to admit that this stunt wasn't the smartest idea; 'two slayers against one vampire' sounds very much better than 'me alone against Angel who's had two hundred years of experience'.
I barely escape the tip - the rater sharp tip - of his sword and duck. Before Angel can attack again I sweep out one leg, kicking his own legs away from him; he crashes to the ground and I'm on him in an instant.
"Really, Buff," he says, "Your technique lacks a certain. finesse."
With that, he uses his left arm to punch me and kick me away from him; I stagger and stars explode before my eyes. Gripping my sword, I growl. If we're going to play that way, fine. I grab a fire poker that's sitting next to the fire place with my left hand and tackle Angelus.
He seems to be at least a bit unnerved by my sudden recovery 'cause I got the time to swing both weapons, one aiming at his heart and the other at his head. He gets his act together too quickly however and jumps on the low table; he's still grinning.
"This is fun, lover, you're almost as good fighting as you're in the sack:"
His sword meets the poker with a loud metallic clang and I can't hold it; it clatters to the floor.
"Although," he continues, seemingly undisturbed by my kicking the table over he's standing on, "If you plan to make a decent living," he jumps back as I come close to him but retaliates immediately, "I'd propose the latter one," he winks at me and I'm chanting to myself not to lose it, to keep my cool.
Despite that, I get slower with each passing minute as I fight against Angelus and my own body's exhaustion. Eventually I lose against both: I stumble over the poker when I step back to defend myself and Angelus uses this chance to disarm me; the sword flies out of my hand and a second later he throws away his own and grips me from behind to hold me still.
I kick out and even try to bite his hand, but I'm too slow and too weak; panic fills me and I silently curse Jenny and Willow for taking so long with the damn curse; I curse Faith who had to lose it and go all psycho on me and I curse myself for being so stupid to think I could win against Angel.
"You're not wearing my present, lover," Angelus murmurs, "I must confess, I'm disappointed."
And with that words his sharp teeth sink into my neck and all conscious thoughts leave my mind.
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 17 - I'm Dying
*Thomas watched Buffy attentively while she stood on the stage and sang. She'd put up quite the fight about singing in public and in a bar full of demons to boot, but a bet was a bet and Buffy had- well- lost.
He thanked the waitress for bringing his drink with a nod and jumped when somebody lay a hand on his shoulder. He looked up.
"Lorne!" he snapped, "You startled me."
The Host shrugged and sat down at the table with Thomas.
"Quite a good singer, isn't she?" he said with a nod towards the stage.
Thomas grinned, "Tell her that. I had to drag her here, kicking and screaming. She lost a bet with me," he explained at Lorne's questioning look.
"Ah yes, I see." he said, distracted. Something like worry crossed his face and he hesitated a moment before he spoke, "You'll have to watch her. Protect her."
"What?" Thomas asked.
The Host rose and patted Buffy's watcher on the arm, "She isn't going to have it easy. Fantastic voice though."*
~~~
My lover of one night stands before me and smiles; I want to kill him in that moment. He's not Angel and this was never clearer to me than now; Angel could never smile like that, like I'm an especially tasty meal to be devoured, like he knows exactly that he's stronger than me, that it's just a question of time until he wins.
Angel's eyes never shone with ruthlessness and cruelty.
"Angelus," I spit the name out, "I'd say it's a pleasure to see you but we both know that'd be a lie. I say, let's skip the pleasantries and proceed right to the killing part of the evening, if that's alright with you."
He laughs and the sound echoes in the almost empty hall around us.
"Always the witty one," he smirks, "So this isn't a social call, what a pity. And here I'd hoped we could trade stories our adventures. the tale of how the Big Bad Vampire killed the slayer's annoying brother is, for example, quite riveting, don't you think?"
He's a monster and I'm going to kill him and wipe that smirk off his face permanently.
"Cut the crap," I take a step forward, "The faster I get rid of you, the faster I can go home and party."
"Oooh, so this is how works." Angelus approaches the table and picks up the two swords; he throws one to me and I catch it out of reflex, "I thought we'd have a little duel before we proceed on to the killing. may the better one win."
He attacks me then and I bring up my sword quickly to protect my body.
"What's this about?" I ask, "Old-fashioned fists aren't good enough for you?"
"Quite the contrary, lover," Angel parries my sword easily and it looks like he's enjoying this, the bastard, "But, as they say, variety is the spice of life. I think you'll be pretty when you bleed."
Damn it, he's fast and I'm only defending myself while he attacks all the time. I'm panting after a short while 'cause I'm still aching a little from that fight with Faith and I got to admit that this stunt wasn't the smartest idea; 'two slayers against one vampire' sounds very much better than 'me alone against Angel who's had two hundred years of experience'.
I barely escape the tip - the rater sharp tip - of his sword and duck. Before Angel can attack again I sweep out one leg, kicking his own legs away from him; he crashes to the ground and I'm on him in an instant.
"Really, Buff," he says, "Your technique lacks a certain. finesse."
With that, he uses his left arm to punch me and kick me away from him; I stagger and stars explode before my eyes. Gripping my sword, I growl. If we're going to play that way, fine. I grab a fire poker that's sitting next to the fire place with my left hand and tackle Angelus.
He seems to be at least a bit unnerved by my sudden recovery 'cause I got the time to swing both weapons, one aiming at his heart and the other at his head. He gets his act together too quickly however and jumps on the low table; he's still grinning.
"This is fun, lover, you're almost as good fighting as you're in the sack:"
His sword meets the poker with a loud metallic clang and I can't hold it; it clatters to the floor.
"Although," he continues, seemingly undisturbed by my kicking the table over he's standing on, "If you plan to make a decent living," he jumps back as I come close to him but retaliates immediately, "I'd propose the latter one," he winks at me and I'm chanting to myself not to lose it, to keep my cool.
Despite that, I get slower with each passing minute as I fight against Angelus and my own body's exhaustion. Eventually I lose against both: I stumble over the poker when I step back to defend myself and Angelus uses this chance to disarm me; the sword flies out of my hand and a second later he throws away his own and grips me from behind to hold me still.
I kick out and even try to bite his hand, but I'm too slow and too weak; panic fills me and I silently curse Jenny and Willow for taking so long with the damn curse; I curse Faith who had to lose it and go all psycho on me and I curse myself for being so stupid to think I could win against Angel.
"You're not wearing my present, lover," Angelus murmurs, "I must confess, I'm disappointed."
And with that words his sharp teeth sink into my neck and all conscious thoughts leave my mind.